I can't believe there's no comments for this one. What a great song and footage! 'You can kiss my little missus if she's willing'. Thanks, Jake! You were the best!
I, the under-mentioned, by this document Do declare my true intentions, my last will, my testament. When I turn up my toes, when I rattle my clack, when I agonise, I want no great wet weepings, no tearing of hair, no wringing of hands, No sighs, no lack-a-days, no woe-is-me's and none of your sad adieus. Go, go, go and get the priest and then go get the booze, boys. Death, where is thy victory? Grave, where is thy sting? When I snuff it bury me quickly, then let carousels begin - But not a do with a few ham sandwiches, a sausage roll or two and "A small port wine, please". Roll the carpet right back, get cracking with your old Gay Gordons And your knees up, shake it up, live it up, sup it up, hell of a kind of a time. And if the coppers come around, well, tell them the party's mine, boys. Let best beef be eaten, fill every empty glass, Let no breast be beaten, let no tooth be gnashed. Don't bother with a fancy tombstone or a big-deal angel or a little copper flower pot: Grow a dog-rose in my eyes or a pussy-willow But no forget-me-nots, no epitaphs, no keepsakes; you can let my memory slip. You can say a prayer or two for me soul then, but - make it quick, boys. Lady, if your bosom is heaving don't waste your bosom on me. Let it heave for a man who's breathing, a man who can feel, a man who can see. And to my cronies: you can read my books, you can drive around in my motor car. And you can fish your trout with my fly and tackle, you can play on my guitar, And sing my songs, wear my shirts. You can even settle my debts. You can kiss my little missus if she's willing then, but - no regrets, boys. Your rosebuds are numbered; Gather them now for rosebuds' sake. And if your hands aren't too encumbered Gather a bud or two for Jake. Lyrics thanks to JakeThackray.com!
I can't believe there's no comments for this one. What a great song and footage! 'You can kiss my little missus if she's willing'. Thanks, Jake! You were the best!
One of my favourite songs of all time. So sad when he died :(
Jake Thackray always a treat and a true genuine original 💖👏💐
I, the under-mentioned, by this document
Do declare my true intentions, my last will, my testament.
When I turn up my toes, when I rattle my clack, when I agonise,
I want no great wet weepings, no tearing of hair, no wringing of hands,
No sighs, no lack-a-days, no woe-is-me's and none of your sad adieus.
Go, go, go and get the priest and then go get the booze, boys.
Death, where is thy victory? Grave, where is thy sting?
When I snuff it bury me quickly, then let carousels begin -
But not a do with a few ham sandwiches, a sausage roll or two and "A small port wine, please".
Roll the carpet right back, get cracking with your old Gay Gordons
And your knees up, shake it up, live it up, sup it up, hell of a kind of a time.
And if the coppers come around, well, tell them the party's mine, boys.
Let best beef be eaten, fill every empty glass,
Let no breast be beaten, let no tooth be gnashed.
Don't bother with a fancy tombstone or a big-deal angel or a little copper flower pot:
Grow a dog-rose in my eyes or a pussy-willow
But no forget-me-nots, no epitaphs, no keepsakes; you can let my memory slip.
You can say a prayer or two for me soul then, but - make it quick, boys.
Lady, if your bosom is heaving don't waste your bosom on me.
Let it heave for a man who's breathing, a man who can feel, a man who can see.
And to my cronies: you can read my books, you can drive around in my motor car.
And you can fish your trout with my fly and tackle, you can play on my guitar,
And sing my songs, wear my shirts. You can even settle my debts.
You can kiss my little missus if she's willing then, but - no regrets, boys.
Your rosebuds are numbered;
Gather them now for rosebuds' sake.
And if your hands aren't too encumbered
Gather a bud or two for Jake.
Lyrics thanks to JakeThackray.com!
I really hope someone honoured these requests at Jake's funeral!
Utterly unique. And magnificent!
brilliant song !
Absolutely BRILLIANT!
Great man.
Pure love... just love